Li Zeju wears a suit and leather shoes, and wears glasses. A fifty-four-year-old business elite, he is very calm. He has been assisting his father Li Jiacheng in handling business at Cheung Kong Industries since early on. He is completely different in style from his younger brother Li Zekai, who is known as the "Little Superman"
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Li Zeju smiled and said, "Hello Jingsheng. I wonder if you are interested in joining the Chang'an Association?"
Jing Gao took out a glass of wine from the waiter's hand, raised his glass like Li Zeju, and said calmly: "I'll think about it."
He is quite indifferent to Li Jiacheng. The richest man in China for many years is just a businessman. He has no feelings about family and country! He is known as "not earning the last copper plate". In fact, all he leaves you is the last copper plate.
Li Zeju didn't find it strange and said calmly: "Okay." He was ordered to try to invite Jing Gao, which was originally a test. It is said that Jing Gao had criticized his father on some private occasions, and his words were very sharp.
The ghost guy who came with Li Zeju was tall and hairy. He stretched out his hand to shake Jing Gao's hand and grinned: "Mr. Jing, I am a reporter from the BBC. My name is James Bond."
I think you must have heard of it. I wonder if I can make an appointment with you for an exclusive interview?"
Jing Gao immediately frowned and looked at this ghost guy up and down. No Chinese with a conscience would have a good impression of this bastard media. Look at what these sluts said in the reports.
What are you saying that confuses right and wrong?
Old double standard.
In the land where Jing Gao is now, you can check for yourself what this media is doing.
"What gave you the illusion that I would accept an interview from a double-standard media like you? I suggest you take a look in the mirror first."
James's Chinese proficiency is not good, but he has obviously experienced many battles. He directly said loudly: "Mr. Jing, I protest to you. You must apologize to me. The BBC is a world-renowned media, providing news to nearly 100 million global users every day.
Information…"
Immediately, many people in the audience looked over.
Jing Gao was too lazy to pay attention to him and glanced at Li Zeju. The meaning was obvious. Is this the person you brought?
Li Zeju stood with a smile on his face, as if he didn't see Jing Gao's eyes, and drank red wine slowly with a wine glass. Just when Jing Gao rejected him just now, the relationship had already broken down. There was no need for him to come to Jing Gao's rescue.
Guo Lingyu wanted to protect Jing Gao, but she didn't know what her boss was thinking. She remained silent for the time being.
At this time, the owner Philip Kadoorie, who was still in the living room, hurried over to smooth things over, "Oh, dear James, what happened? Can you keep quiet first?" In the hearts of the Kadoorie family, being a top rich man is important.
, or are journalists more important?
Do you really think that in a capitalist society, journalists are the uncrowned kings? Or they are the watchdogs of the government, or they are the fourth power? Is there something wrong with your brain?
This is the power of media tycoons, not of a single journalist!
Philip Kadoorie calmed down the noisy reporter James, then spoke to Jing Gao and apologized: "Mr. Jing, I am very sorry."
A storm was suppressed by Philip Kadoorie. As a local gangster in Hong Kong Island, he still has this ability.
Jing Gao did not express his anger and smiled, "Just a fly that doesn't belong to the mainstream." He took the opportunity to say goodbye to Philip Kadoorie, "Thank you, the Kadoorie family for your hospitality tonight. I hope we can have the opportunity to cooperate in the future."
This was just a small episode in tonight's banquet. He didn't take it to heart.
"I'm also looking forward to cooperating with Mr. Jing." Philip Kadoorie laughed and sent Jing Gao, Guo Lingyu, Wei Chenjun, Dong Youwei, Li Guobao's eldest son Li Minqiao, and Erwin out of the living room.
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The villa owned by the Kadoorie family has three floors. In the corridor and small terrace on the second floor, guests can be seen chatting with each other with wine glasses.
Somewhere on the second floor, from a perfect location overlooking the entire lobby on the first floor, a middle-aged ghost man saw Jing Gao and his group coming out, tilted his head slightly, and seemed to say a few words into the air.
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There was cheerful dance music in the hall on the first floor. Many men and women hugged each other and danced together. The pairs of dance partners included middle-aged people and young people.
As Jing Gao walked, he chatted with Li Minqiao. Obviously, he persuaded Li Guobao to hand over power on the way here, and Li Guobao had already made a decision.
Essentially, Jing Gao doesn't mind retaining the Li family's influence in Bank of East Asia. They all do things for him. Bank of East Asia is also developing well. The funding path for his unlimited card is all from Morningside Bank.
This is an unlisted private bank that only provides high-quality banking services to top clients with net wealth.
"The Bank of East Asia still needs to expand, acquire, and increase its scale as soon as possible. At present, it is still not strong enough. I hope that the Bank of East Asia can replace HSBC's market share in Asia."
He didn't have a good impression of the British bank.
Li Minqiao memorized the big boss's instructions carefully and said, "Okay, Mr. Jing." As he was speaking, a pretty mixed-race girl pushed him and blocked Jing Gao's path.
She has a pair of beautiful big eyes, deep facial features, and is of mixed race. She has fair skin, wears a dark blue dress, is tall, has long thighs, and has a wild sexy look. There is a little timidity and nervousness in her eyes.
Emotion. said: "Hello, my name is Luna, may I get to know you?"
The sound is magnetic and very nice.
There is no doubt that this is a very tasteful and charming beauty.
The men who accompanied Jinggao all smiled and said nothing. It was obvious that this was a beautiful girl who wanted to get to know a distinguished person. As long as Jinggao was willing, this was an "encounter" that could be mentioned in casual conversation.
Jing Gao smiled, sighing in his heart that the girl outside was so bold, so he pounced on her blankly, politely declined: "Let's do it later." He led everyone outside the villa.
Assistant Dong Youwei has arranged for bodyguards and vehicles to wait in front of the villa.
Luna looked at the retreating figures of Jinggao and his group in a daze. fxxx, didn't you say that the target mission was young and lustful? What's going on?
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The bulletproof Maybach drove slowly on the mountain road at night, very smoothly.
In the back seat of the car, Guo Lingyu was wearing a pink dress. She was smiling like a flower and putting her mobile phone in her handbag. She was very satisfied with Jing Gao's rejection of the sudden appearance of the mixed-race beauty, and asked deliberately.
Said: "Mr. Jing, why did you reject that mixed-race girl just now? She is quite beautiful."
Jing Gao lowered the back of his chair and said with a smile, "Do you want to hear the truth or lies?"
Guo Lingyu was very cooperative and said with a smile: "Listen to the lies first. Then listen to the truth."
Jing Gao lay on his back and said with a smile: "The lie is that she is not as beautiful as you." In Guo Lingyu's angry condemnation, he added: "The truth is, she really does not meet my aesthetic taste. My preference for foreign beauties.
In terms of aesthetics and appearance, I would give 99 points. Those would be Audrey Hepburn in Roman Diary, Vivien Leigh in The Bridge, Sophie Marceau at her most beautiful. Anne Hathaway's peak appearance is slightly worse.
a bit.
Okay, let’s not talk about this. Tell me about your aunt and Mr. Ren.”
"I can't tell, you know quite a lot!" Guo Lingyu sneered unceremoniously, and then said angrily: "I'm sorry, I'm not in the mood to talk to you about these gossips right now. If you say a few nice words, it's more like it."
Jing Gao smiled, closed his eyes and rested.
At this moment, Jing Gao's cell phone rang. It was the call from Director Gu of the Joint Office, whom he had just met at the birthday party. He smiled and exchanged a few pleasantries before reminding: "Mr. Jing, you just met by chance in the hall.
That little mixed-race girl is a spy from the beautiful country. You have to be careful. Hong Kong Island is the spy capital of the East."
I go!
Jing Gao felt like the hairs on his back were standing on end.